with your eyes

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A scent you love to smell is I.
I'm slipping slow inside you,
like the sand in an hourglass,
like the time in another time,
evaluated at your °C degrees
in the symphony of my fever,
infused suavely in your dew
with your eyes echoing glow
to my unseen Venus mirrored
in the art of your magnetism, –
I murmured to yours dreams.


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